Old Lyrics

In times before the lies of Christ
The world thrived with a pagan spirit
Knowledge flowed within it's streams
Ancient wisdom spoke through the
Wind in the trees

Quiet now is the voice of the land
A dying spirit withers in the soil
Time has come to revive it's might
By the blood rite of our pagan spirits

Time has come
To crush the Christian scum
To overthrow
The monarchy of Christ
And to reclaim it's ancient beauty

By the power of our will
And the might of our strength
Clean again will the streams flow
Through the veins of this pagan Earth

Blood of Christians stain my blade
Burning churches light this night
Onward pagan wolves march forth
To the dawn of a pagan future